Noah Gundersen - Wild horses

^CAlways got a lot on my mind It feels like the ^Gnet just gets bigger with time Stretching out^Am behind me Trawling the ^Fopen sea ^CWaste a lot of breath on the bullshit I breathe a lot of ^Gair that keeps making me sick Or maybe just ^Amhazy A little bit l^Fazy ^CIt's okay if you don't have the answers The ^Gquestions remain the same There's a ^Amwhole lot of people claiming their team But ^Fnobody knows the game

^CSo give me a minute to come to my ^Gsenses To look out the ^Amwindow and stop building ^Ffences All the wild ^Chorses, just want to run f^Gree I want to k^Amnow you I just want you to ^Fknow me, too

^CPoint your finger at me I dare you to ^Gstick it between my teeth You just keep ^Amputting up crosses and sharpening nails As you ^Fwait for the cultural priest ^CTo hand down a confident sentence To anyone ^Gaccused of a crime There's a ^Amthousand ways to blow it So don't even t^Fhink about speaking your mind ^CMaybe you would rather be angry ^GBut I'd rather sleep at night There's a ^Amfraction to every outcome There's a ^Fspectrum of wrong and right

^CSo give me a minute to come to my ^Gsenses To look out the ^Amwindow and stop building ^Ffences All the wild ^Chorses, they just want to run ^Gfree I want to ^Amknow you I just want you to ^Fknow me, too